Rachel leaned back, her massive frame towering over Kevin like a mountain casting a shadow over a single blade of grass. She tilted her head, her lips curling into a smirk as she studied his tiny, trembling form. “You know,” she began, her voice dripping with mockery, “if I really wanted to, I could end this whole bet right now. Just one drop of my full weight, and you’d be… history. Poof. Gone. Nothing but a greasy little smear on my couch.” She laughed, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to echo around the room. “But I’m feeling merciful today. Lucky you, huh?”
Kevin tried to speak, his tiny voice barely audible above her taunting. “I—I’m not scared,” he stammered, though his trembling body betrayed his words. Rachel’s laughter only deepened, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Oh, Kev,” she cooed, leaning down closer to him, her massive breasts brushing against her thighs. “You’re adorable when you lie. But let’s see how brave you really are.”
Before he could react, Rachel’s enormous hand closed around him, lifting him effortlessly into the air. He squirmed in her grip, but her fingers were like iron, unyielding and overpowering. She held him up to her face, her grin widening as she examined him. “So tiny,” she murmured, shaking her head in mock disbelief. “I still can’t believe you thought you could survive me. Honestly, it’s kind of pathetic.” She let out another laugh, her breath washing over him like a warm breeze. “But hey, let’s see how you handle this.”
With that, she moved him toward her backside, her massive ass looming like a tidal wave of soft, jiggling flesh. Kevin’s heart raced as she positioned him between her butt cheeks, the warmth and sheer size of her overwhelming his senses. He could feel the softness of her skin, the sheer power of her body as she held him there, trapped and helpless. “Comfy?” she teased, her voice light and playful, as if this were all some silly game.
Kevin tried to respond, but his words were cut off as Rachel’s cheeks closed around him, the pressure increasing steadily. He could feel the soft, pillowy flesh pressing against him from all sides, the heat and weight of her body threatening to crush him. “Oh, Kev,” she said, her tone almost sing-song. “You should see yourself right now. You’re so tiny compared to me. Honestly, one little flex of my cheeks, and you’d be toast. Gone. Obliterated. Just a little smear in my crack.” She giggled, the sound reverberating through her body and into him. “But don’t worry, I’m not going to do that… yet.”
Rachel shifted slightly, her cheeks tightening around him, the pressure increasing just enough to make him gasp. “You feel that?” she teased, her voice low and sultry. “That’s just a taste of what I can do. One little flex, and you’re done. But I’m not cruel, Kev. I’m giving you a chance. A tiny chance.” She laughed again, the sound rich and full, like thunder rolling through the room. “You’re so lucky I’m so nice.”
Kevin’s mind raced as he struggled against the pressure, his tiny body pinned between her cheeks. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her flesh, but also the sheer power of her body. It was overwhelming, humiliating, and yet… there was something strangely intoxicating about it. She was so much bigger than him, so much stronger, and she knew it. She reveled in it. And as much as he hated to admit it, there was a part of him that was drawn to that power, that needed to see just how much he could endure.
Rachel shifted again, her hips moving slightly, her cheeks pressing against him with deliberate intensity. “You still with me, tough guy?” she teased, her voice dripping with mockery. “Or are you ready to tap out?” Kevin struggled to speak, his voice muffled by her flesh. “I—I’m still here,” he managed, though his words were barely audible. Rachel laughed, the sound deep and resonant, vibrating through her body and into him. “Good,” she said, her tone playful but laced with menace. “Because we’re just getting started.”
With that, she shifted her weight, her massive frame moving with deliberate slowness as she increased the pressure on him. Kevin gasped, his tiny body straining against the overwhelming force of her body. He could feel the softness of her skin, the sheer power of her curves, and the humiliation of being so completely dominated by her. But there was also a strange thrill to it, a sense of awe at her sheer size and strength.
Rachel’s laughter filled the room again, her voice rich and full, like thunder rolling through the air. “You’re so cute when you’re squirming, Kev,” she teased, her tone light and playful. “But let’s see how much more you can take.” With that, she flexed her cheeks slightly, the pressure increasing just enough to make him gasp. “Feel that?” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “That’s just a little taste of what I can do. One flex, and you’re gone. Poof. Just a little smear in my crack.”
Kevin’s mind raced as he struggled against the pressure, his tiny body pinned between her cheeks. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her flesh, but also the sheer power of her body. It was overwhelming, humiliating, and yet… there was something strangely intoxicating about it. She was so much bigger than him, so much stronger, and she knew it. She reveled in it. And as much as he hated to admit it, there was a part of him that was drawn to that power, that needed to see just how much he could endure.
Rachel shifted her weight again, her massive frame moving with deliberate slowness as she increased the pressure on him. Kevin gasped, his tiny body straining against the overwhelming force of her body. He could feel the softness of her skin, the sheer power of her curves, and the humiliation of being so completely dominated by her. But there was also a strange thrill to it, a sense of awe at her sheer size and strength.
Rachel’s laughter filled the room again, her voice rich and full, like thunder rolling through the air. “You’re so cute when you’re squirming, Kev,” she teased, her tone light and playful. “But let’s see how much more you can take.” With that, she flexed her cheeks slightly, the pressure increasing just enough to make him gasp. “Feel that?” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “That’s just a little taste of what I can do. One flex, and you’re gone. Poof. Just a little smear in my crack.”
Kevin’s mind raced as he struggled against the pressure, his tiny body pinned between her cheeks. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her flesh, but also the sheer power of her body. It was overwhelming, humiliating, and yet… there was something strangely intoxicating about it. She was so much bigger than him, so much stronger, and she knew it. She reveled in it. And as much as he hated to admit it, there was a part of him that was drawn to that power, that needed to see just how much he could endure.
Rachel shifted her weight again, her massive frame moving with deliberate slowness as she increased the pressure on him. Kevin gasped, his tiny body straining against the overwhelming force of her body. He could feel the softness of her skin, the sheer power of her curves, and the humiliation of being so completely dominated by her. But there was also a strange thrill to it, a sense of awe at her sheer size and strength.
Rachel’s laughter filled the room again, her voice rich and full, like thunder rolling through the air. “You’re so cute when you’re squirming, Kev,” she teased, her tone light and playful. “But let’s see how much more you can take.” With that, she flexed her cheeks slightly, the pressure increasing just enough to make him gasp. “Feel that?” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “That’s just a little taste of what I can do. One flex, and you’re gone. Poof. Just a little smear in my crack.”
Kevin’s mind raced as he struggled against the pressure, his tiny body pinned between her cheeks. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her flesh, but also the sheer power of her body. It was overwhelming, humiliating, and yet… there was something strangely intoxicating about it. She was so much bigger than him, so much stronger, and she knew it. She reveled in it. And as much as he hated to admit it, there was a part of him that was drawn to that power, that needed to see just how much he could endure.
Rachel shifted her weight again, her massive frame moving with deliberate slowness as she increased the pressure on him. Kevin gasped, his tiny body straining against the overwhelming force of her body. He could feel the softness of her skin, the sheer power of her curves, and the humiliation of being so completely dominated by her. But there was also a strange thrill to it, a sense of awe at her sheer size and strength.
Rachel’s laughter filled the room again, her voice rich and full, like thunder rolling through the air. “You’re so cute when you’re squirming, Kev,” she teased, her tone light and playful. “But let’s see how much more you can take.” With that, she flexed her cheeks slightly, the pressure increasing just enough to make him gasp. “Feel that?” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “That’s just a little taste of what I can do. One flex, and you’re gone. Poof. Just a little smear in my crack.”
Kevin’s mind raced as he struggled against the pressure, his tiny body pinned between her cheeks. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her flesh, but also the sheer power of her body. It was overwhelming, humiliating, and yet… there was something strangely intoxicating about it. She was so much bigger than him, so much stronger, and she knew it. She reveled in it. And as much as he hated to admit it, there was a part of him that was drawn to that power, that needed to see just how much he could endure.
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